What?!

The girls are not allowed to eat or drink upstairs. Both are well aware of this policy. Anni, however, tends to ignore it, causing me to make extra trips up and down the stairs. I keep telling myself this is good for my posterior, but still...

This afternoon, I was upstairs putting away some laundry and Anni came trooping up the stairs talking about her "ba-maa-maa" (that's banana for those of you less familiar with Anni speak). Of course, the little stinker has part of a banana in her hand. I can hear her coming, so I say,

"Anni, no bananas upstairs."

She continues up the stairs.

"Anni, you take that banana back downstairs."

She continues up to the top of the steps.

"Anni! Mommy said no banana upstairs!"

Anni looks at mommy and promptly shoves the entire piece of banana (approximately 1/3 of a rather large banana) into her mouth. She then turns, looks at me and spreads her hands out, like:

What?! I don't have a banana...